Challenge
Take one line from every poem you've written and create a whole new one using the lines you've chosen. See what you come up with...
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Over Debris
dead
lost at sea
hardly subconscious
humanity
roots beautiful
instinct
mud on a moon beam
in drip tease
for merely asking
your death drumming
-me next
as a ghost adrift
against your ribs
your intent
unexpected
for the beauty of a moment
when the world passes you by
-M.E.
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